My dad had played baseball since he was a young boy growing up
in central Arkansas.
He played on an under-12 team that won a championship in the late 1920's.
My dad is pictured on the bottom row, second from right. He went on to play
college ball, played for the Coast Guard team, and played in the Evangeline
League and Texas League among others.
Although baseball players are not as prone to injuries as some athletes, accidents do happen.
My dad had his jaw broken by a pitch that missed the strike zone.
He was known for sticking his tongue out when "bearing down" (pictured in top right circle).
This was a trait we observed even when he was not playing ball.
This picture is my favorite.
After his playing days, my dad went on to coach a pony league team,
umpired in local youth leagues, and scouted for many years. I thank
him for instilling the love of the game in me.
great story Husker. He had the privilege of playing baseball when it was America's favorite pastime. Baseball is just another "thing to do outside" when the kids aren't playing video games. Sad really. There is so much to do nowadays, no one gets totally interested in anything